Italy. Egypt. England. France. Austria. Romantic European
countries. How often have we fantasized of sexual liaisons in
sensual cities. If you have, then In The Pink, the new
film by Bill (Blonde Goddess) Eagle, will take you
through your fantasies.

Blake Covington (Scott Baker), a multi-millionaire,
international art dealer and a "real charmer," has two
obsessions in lie. One is the acquisition of a priceless set
of portraits (the Hapsburg oils), and the other is women
– women like Heather (Joanna Storm), his new assistant
and the narrator of the film. With the art world used as the
setting, we are graciously invited into one man's quest of
fulfilling his obsessions.

There is a very contrived plot at work here. It includes a
fake virgin-bride, a faked murder of vengeance and a faked
death . . . and all for the sake of art. To reveal any more
of the details would be removing the thrust of the film.

Let's just say that while Blake is "dead", his child-bride
Mariange, played by Jacqueline Lorians, a refreshingly
stunning beauty and convincing actress, is left to console
herself from sorrow in a sexual spree with strangers a-plenty
and Heather by her side. She becomes a charged woman in
Heather's eyes. Then she pays a visit to the Countess
Hapsburg (Lorri Smith), to try and complete her husband's art
collection.

Except for a scene involving Angela in a laundry room with
two men, the sex is uninspired. This is a big-budget adult
film with home movie-type sex. No matter who is with whom,
they all do exactly the same thing the same way.

However, there are exceptions, and they're what makes In
The Pink worth watching. One accents voyeurism along the
Nile, while another sports lesbianism in the Louvre. This is
when the film shines in its art-world premise. You can
compare scenes involving the two women with shots of famous
oils of nudes. Force, irresistible beauty and the
universality of sex is shown here, and our attraction is
proved to be an intuitive quest for beauty in our lives.

The most memorable incident follows Mariange on a sex spree
to London. She seduces a palace guard and needless to say,
gets him to relinquish his post and his pants. While he never
utters a word, she does manage to get him sweating and
groaning, and in the end, to muster a smile.

By the end of the film, Blake gets his oils and everyone
else gets exposed for what they really are. We should have
realized that Blake would never "cross a pal". Mariange and
Blake rejoice over their acquisition, Umberto reveals the
whole story, and his true identity to the poor, confused
Heather. It seems everyone was … in the know, except
her.

Despite the lavish locales of In The Pink, the
lackluster sex brings it down. Frankly, there are far too few
glimpses of eroticism. The expensive and very beautiful
lingerie that each woman wears is more erotic than the sex
they become involved in.